The Marked Ones (Harry Styles)
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Thirteen marked ones. All our destinies are tied. Our marks are terrible curses set upon 13 teenagers. The curse is unknown. Past generations of the marked ones never figured it out. Our generation of marked ones will try to figure it out and break it before we die the same way our ancestors have; in 'accidents'. It will not be easy though. Spirits are working against us to protect the secret. We either rid of them or they'll rid of us. I don't remember my life when I was actually breathing, but I'm certain I'll never look back. That was until I met him. This mission, at first, was just about my sweet, sweet revenge. Now, it's to keep a boy I fell desperately in live with during my quest. Will he be my savour or my greatest disaster? I know this seems to mythical to be true. That's what I thought. I was a normal teen. I was just like you. But after you read everything, you'll believe me too. Read my story and vote for it if you want to hear more. I'll start at the beginning. This how I fell in love with a demon. This is how it all started……
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